My Meeting with the Mafia Boss

d. However, she was not alone. And the question then was whether her

tained all the truth she was ready to hide at all costs. Marco had been staring at her for se

a book. His black eyes pierced his mask of coldness, looking for a crack, a weaknes

r and took a few steps around her, observing every detail of her face, every imperceptible expressi

estioned her, even if he forced her to talk, she wouldn't say anything. He underst

intensely. "But you have to understand one thing. I'm not like your father. I'm not tryin

n fist ready to crush. She had heard rumors about him, stories told in the underbelly of the city. Marco De Lu

with a heavy silence, a fierce resistance. If sh

rey will not be able to escape its trap. But he didn't press her further. He took a few steps away, leaving

rco, each sound he made, seemed to enclose the room more, until Sof

oks, but it was not the work he had come for. It was a photo, a small photo that he had noticed. He took it between his fingers, looked at it for

wly, his footsteps resounding in the air like an echo of the danger he embodied. He was no

his head, a barely perceptible smi

alm. This notebook was the key to her past, to her escape, and to the

panic was beginning to show on her face. She squared her shoulders, hoping that

r hands which wouldn't let go, as if it were his last anchor point. Then, wit

g something. And I'm patient enough to wait until you're ready to tell me. But I am also a pragmatic man. So

nothing. She didn't yet know if she could trust him. She wasn't sure what he r

ia. You are not alone here. You are safe. » His voice became softer, almost... emp

n mapped out for her. But here, in front of him, in this strange and hostile place, there was perha

er eyes off him. "You know as well as I do that no one

But you know what? Sometimes the price of a choice is not what it seems. An

he curtains. "So, Sofia. You can stay here, under my protection. Or you can return to this world that you

In this choice. She felt like she was locked in a golden cage, a luxury c

r. What could she say? She didn't have the

et out a sigh.

w that wasn't the end of her story. It was just